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When I was in the military, I made a bad decision. I didn’t realize what I had done until around four months later when I was told what charges were going to be pressed against me and it wasn’t until years later that the gravity of what happened hit me. The decision that I made ended up killing 60-70 children and around 5-10 adults. It wasn’t possible to get an accurate count because of the extensive damage. I feel like a serial killer. Anytime I smile or laugh I feel guilty…and every day it gets worse.

I have to lie every time someone asks me how I’m doing. I have to lie about what I think anytime there is a shooting or someone gets murdered because I get jealous that they only have to deal with one or a few peoples death. It has changed the way I view the world. I get a crippling sense of guilt when I’m around children. I live near an elementary school and when I see the kids out playing two things come to mind; I would do anything to give those children a chance to play again and I can’t help to imagine how many kids would be left out of the group if 60 of them weren’t there.

I feel like I can’t tell anyone this because….how do you tell someone you killed so many children and expect them not to judge you and would they even believe what I said? Sometimes I wish I had the courage to bring what happened to light. After seeing what happened to Snowden I don’t think I ever will. It makes me resent at the deepest levels how our politicians talk about making morally good decisions, yet when our military accidentally kills this many children you will have never heard about this in the news. It has left me empty knowing that this mistake was just swept under the rug. To make it even worse, I was told that I was only going to be prosecuted with 50 counts of Article 119, instead of the estimated amount. Article 119 is manslaughter. That sits with me everyday and everyday, everywhere I go I feel like I’m hiding the biggest and worst secret that anyone would think of.

I wanted help, I wanted to make this better. I know it’s only a matter of time before the demons inside me will win the fight. When that day comes, I want to be able to bring this to the public.

To this day, I walk free, knowing how many people I killed because of my decision. If anyone was on the deployment with me, two of the injuries were when one of our persons went to put the chock blocks around the tires of the plane that just landed and the tire blew up, shattering his legs. The other was when a hydraulic line blew apart and hit one of our persons in his head and he was in an induced coma for two weeks. 2005-2006

New Confession

I played with my mom’s bod during my high school days she was all broken back then her parents died one after other in the same year after that my dad cheated on her and we left him to live in her parents house there I used to blame her for our situation and me frustrated would always end up arguing with her untill she gets into tears and accepts her defeat that made me felt bad later but the same would happen again after a day or two one after another argument made me felt as a superior male over her in the house that made me felt as a dominant one over a broken submissive female that soon made me want to get her ready for reliving my frustrations or for accepting me as a mating male in bed, as I kept winning such arguments frequently making her in tears surrender, one night i went into her bed late after she got asleep I and crawled under her blanket for the first few times I tried groping her I use to grab her b**bs she woke up scold me as I’m yours “fu**in mother you idiot” and go to the other room this happened alot of times but with every night I played more with her b**bs and then pinching and pulling her ni**les one night I slid my hand into her p*n*ty and rubbed her c*it as she tried getting up I grabbed her with the other are and my legs around hers she tried hard but I kept on moving ahead with what I was doing soon she got so wet she covered her mouth with her hands and started crying I could clearly feel her getting swelled up down there with every passing second more slippery sticky stuff coming out while she was in tears crying with one hand on her mouth and another one trying to pull my hand out but I kept f******** her roughly until I felt her cl*t pumping on my fingers, she cu**ed with shaking org**m. Right after that I left her she got up and went to the other room.

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